Gemotions

It was pure chance that led her to it. Emily, cleaning her son's room, found the phone. And with it, the hidden account. The words on the screen, the pictures, they weren't her son, not the boy she knew. The information felt like a poison. The anger wasn't loud, but a slow burn, a corrosive acid eating away at her insides.

She went to bed, but sleep was impossible. The details replayed in her mind, each one a fresh assault. She lay there, rigid, listening to the quiet breathing of her husband beside her, and felt a profound sense of isolation, of being alone in her hurt.